lost in thoughts or really its ideas, ideals cause there is no concreteness to what is transpiring in my mind- jotting of random things not writing them down a bit wayward as she comes in and out of my mind. not a destination or inspiration a mu… | By smmartwerkz on July 7, 2024 | lost in thoughts or really its ideas, ideals cause there is no concreteness to what is transpiring in my mind- jotting of random things not writing them down a bit wayward as she comes in and out of my mind. not a destination or inspiration a muse that's meant to understand, not agree, I don't want a mirror or a yes machine. love grows in very unorthodox ways, like wild berries on the vine, no rhythm, no rhyme, it just is a passing wave love stands tall, till it doesn't... passions ride return and wreck, we go on, we learn we expand- where was I? ©2024 scotsartwerkz | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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